“My biggest mistake?” “Yeah, the biggest one. The one you regret, the one that keeps you up at night, makes your throat dry,” said Duff. Ted put his foot up on the rickety wooden railing skirting the weathered deck, scratched his chin, squeezed his eyes shut and said, “My Father’s House. Writing it, taking...
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It was a sunny day I had been looking forward to for a long, long time. Your mom had picked me up very early. I was wearing cologne and she said, “You stink good!” It made me laugh. We hit the drive-thru at McD’s on the way out of Norwich. I ordered, and subsequently...
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I was out, it was cold, I needed a ride, was shivering in front of the post-office, wasn’t wearing a jacket. It was snowing. Two girls in a Volkswagen, one an old classmate, pull up to the curb, say they will give me a ride. The car is warm. I begin to thaw. The...
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“Where are you going?” she says. “Where have you been?” She knows I am leaving her, someday. Like everyone else has left; like my father left. Leaving is in my DNA – three generations before my birth, my great-grandparents immigrated to America from Austria. As a child, I imagined they left in the panic...
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“If you go to Prague, Elizabeth,” Jason says, “our relationship is over.” You can do one thing or the other with that. Elizabeth says, “Okay,” because they both should have known from the beginning this would not end well. Three years ago, he stumbled over her outstretched legs in the aisles of the Strand. ...
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Brown Trout in the Last Race The smell of the swirling coffee permeated my senses as I stared into the cup. I blinked three times and looked up from my steaming beverage. The sun illuminated his olive skin from the sheer-curtained window. He always worked the sheets on Friday afternoons during his lunch hour....
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Papers, books, bills cleared from the table. He would pull his typewriter down from the third shelf in the closet, the one I couldn’t reach. He set it gently, always gently, on the table. He would open the cover to adjust the ribbon. His fingers black with ink, like he had been painting with...
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Track Audio Files Author VBR MP3 1 Live from Shankill Eisley, Mulholland, Kaige, Dan, Li 79.4 MB
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